You were hoping for a bit of sympathy, maybe some advice, but all you got out of any of those assholes was dirty jokes and pickup lines, and there was only so much of that you could take. Eventually you just hauled off and slugged Jim, your supervisor, swore everyone out, and stormed off. The next morning, you got a phone call letting you know you were fired. From there you really started spiraling.
You didn't have it in you to go out playing detective again, or really to go out at all. From all the messages piling up on your phone, it seemed like those assholes were wasting no time letting everyone you knew in on your situation, and you really just did not want to deal with any of that. Still no word from Jenny and her friends of course.
So you did what anyone would do in that situation. You stopped showering, you stopped properly dressing yourself, and you ordered a lot of pizzas with instructions just to leave them at the door. You kept all your curtains shut so nobody could see in, and just kinda marathoned through a whole bunch of TV shows you'd been meaning to get around to, totally losing track of what day it even was. Normally with that sort of depression, you'd gauge the passage of time by how much of a beard you grew, but that wasn't happening. Instead what really shook you out of your funk after a few weeks was getting your period. Yeah, that was a wake up call.
Before, there was still some deniability here. Your dick was missing, and yeah, you had to pee sitting down, sure, you looked more androgynous, but, no, you'd become a woman. You also had to run into town to get something to deal with that, which meant you had to clean yourself up, and taking that shower was the next thing that really nailed home just how much you'd changed.
Apparently, under the new rules to life, about a full month or so without ever having a dick attached was enough time to completely remove all evidence of being even the slightest bit masculine, and to really just crank that woman dial as high as it would go. You were just super curvy after all that time, with scrawny little arms, and your face was so much rounder and softer you looked like a completely different person. Might have even lost a good bit of height. Your shoes definitely didn't fit anymore. Neither did anything else, really.
While you were out getting the... hygiene products you needed, you tried to get a six pack of beer, but they carded you, and you realized you didn't look a damn thing like the photo on your license anymore. That would be a serious problem if you got pulled over. It'd also be a serious problem if it took too much longer to get your dick back. If it took a month to lose your looks it'd take at least that long to get'em back. Maybe longer since the damn thing always falls off in the middle of the night. You could only go so long without finding a new job.